Subversion 2:
The Visit
by Mecca
Alexander entered the shop.
"Good morning, Petra," he said. Alexander was one of the few townspeople that still called Petra by her name, instead of her mean-spirited nickname. It did little to improve her opinion of him, since he now only visited her for one thing. "Show me your pussy," he said, smiling a lecherous grin.
Petra immediately dropped her underpants and lifted her skirt, revealing her furry pussy to him. She stood there and waited for him to finish admiring her body.
Alexander stared dreamily at the object of his apparent affection and gave a heavy sigh. Petra looked at him, an annoyed look in her eyes. It was the meanest thing she could do back. She wasn’t willing to risk angering him. After all, the last time she resisted him he almost had her executed.
It was quiet as Alexander ogled Petra’s nudity. He said nothing, only chewing his lip as he visually consumed this woman. Maybe he was imagining how she’d taste. She didn’t think he was the sort of man to eat pussy, but who knows? He might do it just to degrade her.
A customer came in and, unlike the last time this happened, Alexander didn’t immediately shoo them out with some pretense of police business. Petra knew better than to move. She remained motionless, holding tight to her skirt, waiting for Alexander to do something.
“Bullseye, have you any...” Mrs. Ivanov stopped mid-sentence. She looked at the studious policeman, then back to the almost emotionless exhibitionist, then back to the cop. “Oh! I just... Sorry, should I...”
“Alexander,” urged Petra, growing more irritated. She was used to the private humiliation, but did he have to make her humiliation public, again?
“I’m sorry, ma’am, this is a private matter,” said Alexander, escorting Mrs. Ivanov outside and closing the door. He locked the door to prevent further interruption. But because another person had been allowed to witness her private humiliation, Petra could not stop herself from crying. She didn’t bawl, she simply let a few tears drop as she avoided looking at Alexander. After a moment, she composed herself, wiped her nose, and resumed staring angrily at the man. All the while, his view of her vulva remained unobstructed.
It seemed he grew bored of memorizing the shape, color, and size of her nether lips, so he asked her to put her palms on the checkout counter. This was going to be another long visit. Each time was different. Some days he simply wanted to exercise his power by asking to see her hairy pussy. Some days he wanted more.
Petra moved to her new position and lifted her skirt again, this time revealing her pale bubble of a derriere. Alexander could see her ass and pussy plainly and was surely admiring the few, but memorable, tiny brown freckles that dotted her ass cheeks. She could feel her heartbeat and swore she could hear his. She passively waited for his fingers to probe her privates, steeling herself for the moment of contact. She stared forward, focusing on the back wall of the shop. Staring at him hadn’t embarrassed him into leaving, and she hated seeing his stupid face while being fingered.
Alexander, despite all his threats and demands, had never actually fucked her. He’d only touched her with his fingers. She didn’t know why he hadn’t done more; he could clearly get away with it. Perhaps, despite all the torments he put her through, he still had a line he would never cross: he would never rape her. That would make him some sort of monster. No, Alexander would only arrest Petra, threaten her with execution, strip her nude in front of the whole town, torture her for a while, and, later, molest her privately. Such was the limit of Alexander’s cruelty.
With the grace of a master violinist touching violin strings, Alexander’s fingers stroked the skin of Petra’s vulva. His nasal breathing sounded a dull roar when he smelled her bouquet, rubbing her outer lips all the while. Gently, he dipped inside, his fingers sliding into moist pink depths betwixt lips covered in curly brown hair.
Alexander considered this act nothing other than passionate lovemaking to the woman he had always loved. Petra was, and always had been, the girl for him; he just didn’t know how to show it. He knew deep down that by now he would never have her willingly and had completely ruined his chances when he brought charges against her. He'd gone too far in his hopes to be noticed. He knew that now.
It was just that years of flirting and courting had done nothing to make him stand out to Petra. She hadn’t considered him a suitor; she refused to even see him as a friend. Alexander was but an invisible non-person, not to be thought of once out of her eyesight. Thus, his thinking was: once she saw how serious and powerful he had become, she would be amazed by him. He knew of Petra’s schoolgirl crush on Ondřej, a bully with no virtues other than anger and strength. If such a fearsome boy could once capture her attention, Alexander hoped that he could do the same and woo her by becoming tough and powerful. But after a few days in jail, her heart had not changed, and Alexander’s heart had hardened. He gave up on winning her over. He even considered letting her die on that scaffold, and almost let her, before realizing the unreasonable cruelty of such a sentence.
The stupid decision to arrest Petra in the first place had crushed any possibility of their coupling. However, it had one silver lining: she was now utterly terrified of him. Such was her fear of Alexander that she would now do anything he said, at any time, it seemed. It was a gross corruption of the law and unchristian in action, but he was allowed to pretend, for a moment, that he and Petra were lovers. He was permitted to see and touch her most intimate parts, those usually only shown to a husband. It was a grotesque facsimile of love, but it was enough of a distraction from Alexander’s loneliness for now.
Petra didn’t know any of that. She just knew that she just had to patiently obey, and it would be over soon enough. Then she could proceed with her day. If she resisted or spoke back... the trauma of her near-death experience would not even let her consider such a rebellion. Her neck still bore scars from the noose. And so, she stood quietly while Alexander fingered her.
Her pussy reacted; she did not. Her cunt oozed to his touch as her heavy eyebrows remained softly furrowed, her grimace a half-scowl. This did not bother Alexander, who couldn’t see her face, and would not care for her emotional state if he did. He was too captivated by her physical state.
Feeling his fingers sufficiently wet, Alexander pried apart the soft cheeks of her ass and stared at her purple puckered arsehole. It was a pretty orifice and, like her pussy, it had a few brown hairs of its own. The welcoming folds around her exit hole pursed as she waited for him to penetrate it. It was his favorite spot on a woman and Alexander knew that even some husbands were not permitted use of their wife’s butthole. Yet, Alexander had penetrated Petra’s several times. He’d wager that Petra would not complain if he pulled out his dick and fucked her shithole as if it were her quim. He was allowed a level of intimacy not afforded in the strongest of marriages. This was an intense turn-on.
Petra felt the lubed finger press against the hole in her backside, took a deep breath, and relaxed her anus to ease his ingression. It was better to aid his rape than to resist and only prolong his stay. He drilled deep, reaching a maximum depth, and then began to saw his finger in and out of her pliant hole. As always, Alexander moaned, as if his finger were feeling the same depth of pleasure a dick or clit could feel.
Petra waited. She felt him switch fingers a few times, then ramp up speed, then slow down again. He grabbed at her cheeks, stretching and pulling them like dough, while he fingered her anally. He was a child with his favorite toy. Eventually, he rapidly fingerbanged her anus for several minutes, hammering away at her hole like a woodpecker. Since he had stretched her for minutes beforehand, the friction of the quick pace did not hurt her. Quite the opposite. In fact, Petra came from his lewd ministrations.
Petra had not expected to cum from Alexander’s molestation. This was the first time he had made her cum. Sure, being fingered felt good physically, even though she detested Alexander and hated his assaults on her holes. She had been raped enough times by enough men to know that the pleasure wasn’t her fault; something in women’s bodies just couldn’t tell the difference between being fucked by a boy she liked and being assaulted by a man she hated. A friend once told her that she had experienced something similar. So Petra didn’t feel bad or guilty, just surprised that the pleasure had been sufficient for orgasm this time.
However, she did not want him to know about her orgasm. So after recovering from the shock of her approaching orgasm, she braced for it. When it finally hit, Petra didn’t moan or cry, just grunted softly—almost imperceptibly—multiple times and squirted out fluid, while her legs quivered and struggled to support her weight.
Alexander, for his part, didn’t stop thrusting away at her gaping asshole. He increased the power of his finger-fucking, his piston of an arm almost lifting her body from the ground. His sweaty arm didn't stop clapping against her cheeks until it was clear she was done cumming. After she had calmed, Petra looked back at him with glassy eyes to see if he was now finished using her.
Alexander was astounded. She didn’t think it possible for him to give Petra any sort of pleasure, physical or otherwise. Clearly, he was wrong. He had given her a beautiful gift; one he wasn’t sure that she would appreciate or not. But this miraculous event did renew the idea in his head that, one day, she might fall for him. Before this, of course she hated him. Of course she did. She had every reason to. But if he could regularly make her body feel good every time he visited her, her feelings might change. She would associate his visits with pleasure. Forced pleasure, but pleasure nonetheless. It would be Pavlovian.
Alexander said goodbye to the girl staring angrily back at him with girl-cum on her thighs. He would strategize on how best to make her cum again, and whether anal was her favorite or if he should pay more attention to her pussy next time. He decided to masturbate to this wonderful development as soon as he returned home.
Petra pulled up her undergarments and redressed. She headed to the back room to clean her anus and vagina with soap and a bowl of room-temperature water. Afterwards, she returned to the front room of the dress shop. She sat at the checkout counter and prepared financial statements for her orders.